Semua Bab Wolfbitten: Bab 91 - Bab 100

NIKOLAIThe warriors continued to battle the terrible conditions well after Tyce and I had given up, working late into the night. But, in the end, they had no better luck than we had. Any scent of a werewolf that may have existed at some point was wiped away by the storm. Sophia was gone, vanished along with her scent.“You look like shit,” Tyce remarked the moment I stepped into his office the next morning.I dropped into the chair across from him with a heavy sigh. “I haven’t slept in two nights.”Tyce lifted his head, finally making eye contact. His sharp gaze flickered over me. After a long pause, he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. "You really do care about her, don’t you?"I nodded in confirmation.Silence settled between us as we both sank into our chairs. Tyce lifted his coffee mug, taking a slow sip. I drank mine too—more out of habit than necessity. The caffeine had long stopped working, but at least it gave my hands something to do.Tyce finally broke the s

TYSONWhen we reached the penitentiary, I yanked open the back door of my car. Joe flinched but didn’t resist when I grabbed his arm and hauled him out. He moved stiffly, but he didn’t fight. He’d be stupid to.Nikolai followed as I dragged Joe into the cement building. We passed rows of cells, the few prisoners inside watching silently. A guard stepped aside, his face impassive, as I pulled open the heavy metal door leading to the basement and forced Joe through.The temperature dropped as we descended the narrow staircase. The dim, flickering lights cast jagged, erratic shadows along the damp cement walls, making them seem alive. The steps creaked beneath our weight. The harsh stench of fear mixed with the odor of bleach and stale air.Once we made it to the bottom, I shoved Joe into an old wooden chair that was darkened by stains from those who had sat there before him, most of whom had never walked back out.“Stay,” I commanded with my alpha aura.Joe whimpered and his body locked

TYSONThe skies finally cleared, the winds died down, and the storm passed. It was time.Beta Liam had some of the warriors running through the final pre-flight checks, double-checking the fuel levels, inspecting the wings, and ensuring the plane was ready for takeoff.One of the warriors crouched beneath the fuselage, draining the fuel sumps to check for water or debris contamination. Another inspected the landing gear, kicking at the tires to ensure proper inflation while running a hand over the struts, searching for any cracks or stress points.Liam himself was at the nose of the plane, running his fingers along the edges of the propeller blades. Behind him, another warrior climbed onto the wing to test the ailerons and flaps, making sure they moved freely without obstruction."Pitot tube looks clear!" one of the warriors called out, tapping a gloved finger against the slender probe on the wing.Liam nodded and moved to the engine cowling, unfastening the latches to check the oil l

NIKOLAI I gripped the armrests so tightly my knuckles had gone white. The leather creaked beneath my fingers. My whole body was rigid with restraint, as if forcing myself to be still would keep me from snapping. Every nerve in me screamed to move, to do something. But all I could do was sit and wait, and the waiting was killing me. The second Liam got the okay to land, I had to force myself not to storm into the cockpit and demand we go faster. I could already see the ground rushing toward us through the narrow window, but it wasn’t fast enough. I needed to get to Terri. A suffocating pressure coiled my ribs. It felt like I had been holding my breath for days now. I knew I did a well enough job keeping my cool in front of Tyce, trying to hold myself together as a leader. But, inside, I was crumbling. The closer we got to her, the more my fears threatened me. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—was unbearable. I had already lost my home, my family, and most of my pack. I tr

NIKOLAI A loud bang on my hotel room door tore me from sleep. My body snapped awake instantly, my instincts kicking in before my brain could catch up. The dark room around me blurred as I reached for the knife I always kept under my pillow. Across the room, Ivan had already lurched upright with tense muscles and eyes scanning for threats.Bang. Bang. Bang. "Blyad," I muttered under my breath, blinking away the haze of sleep as my grip on the knife tightened. The pounding at the door was relentless, urgent. Whoever it was, they weren’t waiting. I immediately slid out of bed and stalked toward the door. Bracing myself for what waited on the other side, I gripped the handle tight. Through the heavy metal, I could hear ragged, uneven breathing. I yanked it open. Tyce stood in front of me, disheveled—his face a storm of raw panic and barely-contained fury. His hands were clenched at his sides, like he was physically holding himself together. “Joe’s got something,” he rasped. I was a